Mr Gatsby Novels & Stories

she yelled. Gabriel was looking around for Maeve since she was not where she was when he arrived. When he locked eyes with her, he frowned a little before moving his head away. He was so breathtaking that even from afar, Maeve wanted to grab and eat him. “Mr. Scott, how does it feel to be New York’s richest, young, and most powerful CEO?” One of the journalists asked. Gabriel frowned a little, responding in a rich, powerful, velvety tone,

"Hahaha, what about it? Do you want to take revenge on me? I'm so scared!" He sarcastically said, "Listen well, I am Gaston Gates! I am the person your wife offended at the reception a few days ago! How about it, are you angry? Flipping out for your confidence! Pity you, a cuckold, worthless to carry my shoes. Forget it, I don’t want to fight with you." Turns out, that was the Sir Gaston Gates. This person was not a big shot, just a nephew of an executive in a subsidiary of Thousand Miles Conglomerate.

Rosalie stated confidently, the man looking unperturbed. "That trail ran cold a long time ago, sweetheart." The man told her. "I am here to review the information and that is what I'll do." "And who are you again?" "Rosalie Allegro." She informed, standing straight before him. "Commissioner Allegro's daughter," "Right, and I'm the President of England." The man chortled sarcastically.

To make it appear that Matthew was living so far beyond his means, that he would welcome any bribe that was offered. Once Rodger Yates had arrived in Fing City, he checked in to the most exclusive hotel in town. He wanted to impress this Mr. Moore with his wealth and status. Knowing that Mr. Moore knew Mr. Green, Rodger wanted to show Mr. Moore that he was just as wealthy, and to put the man at his ease around him.

"It seems like everyone thinks you've lost your marbles." "That I may have lost many years ago," she said before turning back to the man. Although she was not uncomfortable with his expression or the way he smelled, the more she looked at him, the less she of a threat she thought he was. For years Gwen had trained with Mr. Rickeys while fantasizing about murder. She was practically fearless at this point. "What is your name sir?" she asked the man. "So that I know how to address you." "General Zackary Maverick," he said.

I dont know what it is but l feel it. A family as rich as this tend to look down on a mistress just like me. Although the word mistress sound kind of harsh to me,but thats the fact. Am that since that man has a wife already. As l was still in thoughts, the living room went silent all of a sudden. Two tall men stood near the stairs that lead to the second floor talking. After few minutes, they came near their mum. One of them is my man mr. Gavin. But l dont know the other. He has black jet hair with green eyes which are slightly deeper and cold than that of mr. Gavin.

I kept a humble face as I climbed the stairs. Just then, a sudden gasp came from the crowd. “Wait, isn’t that Mr. Gage from the Marriott Group? I saw him in a finance magazine!” “What? The Mr. Gage from Marriott Group?!” “Yeah, he’s Arthur Gage’s son. He’s the sole heir to Marriott. He was studying overseas and only came back a few years ago. Of course you wouldn’t recognize him!” The room’s ambiance changed instantly. Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd while Ayla and Mason’s faces turned deathly pale.

"He just had to take an interest in her. Poor Gia. She didn't have a choice. Her family was bankrupt, their reputation was in the gutter, and there was my father, a billionaire, holding out a checkbook like a savior." He starts to spiral then. His movements become jerky and unhinged. "That disgusting pig. He took what was mine just because he could. He was a glutton, a narcissist, a pathetic excuse for a human being. I’m glad he’s dead. The world is cleaner without him rotting in it." He pauses abruptly, his face smoothing out into that eerie, robotic mask of politeness. He holds up a boat of gravy, looking at my plate. "Would you care for extra gravy, darling? The chef at the club always sa

Every single detail—from the carved stone fountains to the smell of fresh lavender in the air—screamed elegance, money, and absolute control. And inside…? don’t get me started. Marble floors and crystal chandeliers. There were maids, moving around silently. A tall butler with silver hair and a British accent who introduced himself as “Giles”, bowed to me politely. I nodded, smiling. Madden barely acknowledged any of them. He marched inside and flung himself onto the first couch he saw. “Don’t say it,” he muttered, pointing a finger at me without looking. “Don't say anything."

Mia teased. Gabrielle smirked at me in the mirror, almost like she knew something. Mia and Charlotte both smiled at each other and then looked at me smiling. I rolled my eyes and focused my attention on the road. I looked in my mirror to see if Vincenzo was following us. He was in a black maserati.